By the age of 11 I had memorized Hiawatha’s Childhood by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and written several poems. I excelled in Art, Music and English in school, but not much else. My favorite art project in High School was to draw what I believed my soul looked like.
With new technology, not unlike Grandma Moses, I find myself, once again, enchanted by the fact that the ghosts of the past have become the artists of the now.
Thank you for letting me into your world.
Sharon Gay Dickinson-Rogers
Panhandling in the late 60's, in San Francisco, I set up my space in the back of the Cannery.
A gentleman approached me one day and asked how I was dong "money wise" and I told him not good but was having fun. He said his name was ZERO and he threw a penny in my guitar case. From that moment on people were tossing coins and dollar bills. Who was this Zero? A spirit guide?
I don't think I have had any embarrassing moments as a musician. Guess I have a ways to go.
Here's the story. I had a guitar when I lived in the Mission District of San Francisco.
A young man we knew would borrow the guitar but always return it within a few days.
Once when I loaned it to him it became a full month before I decided to go over and ask for the guitar back. It seemed he was hocking it for money, retrieving it and then borrowing it back. Needless to say, this time I lost it.
I now own 4 guitars. An Epiphone with a Kalamazoo serial number. Her name is Stella. My Dean which is another story altogether which I call Rose and a Washburn 12 string my father gave to me. His name is Jake. And a newly acquired Sigma. I haven't decided on a name yet. Have to see the personality.
Update 2015...My Sigmas name is Hanna. She is an old spirit.
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“You made my heart sing.”
“Thanks for playing my song.”
“I bow to your Godliness.”
“I love and support your charity.”
“Here kid, buy yourself something.”
PEACE ☮ LOVE ♥ STREAMING